remember those?

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

remember those?

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away (or maybe not), people used to have lunch breaks. During these lunch breaks, people would eat and relax. They would step outside of the office and look at the clear blue sky, sun, and clouds. They would feel the air on their cheeks and feel alive and awake again. Once their hour lunch breaks were up, they would return to work refreshed and ready to trek on with the rest of their day. The lunch hour marked the middle of their day. It meant that the morning was over and the countdown until 5 or 5:30 commenced. Alas, this was a long, long time ago and in a land far, far away (or maybe not). Lunch breaks were awesome for me. I would step outside and meet friends. Enjoy what the day had to offer; whether it was rain, snow, sunshine, or just dark skies. I enjoyed them once. They were much needed breaks. Now they seem like a distant memory. My work day revolves around me sitting on this not-so-comfortable and by no means ergonomic chair and desk. I stare at a computer screen for eight hours. Exactly eight hours. I can’t last a minute longer or else I face the wrath of upper management. The only reliefs I have are bathroom and water breaks. Oh how I treasure these breaks so, so much. They are the highlight of my day now. I try to do either or both of these activities at least once an hour. It helps, you know. It helps my eyes. It helps my rear end. It helps my legs. It feeds my soul. It tells me that I’m not really chained to my wooden desk with my paper made name plate. Yes, I made a paper name plate. It’s painted in beautiful markers. I even drew a smiley face on it. It’s the only thing smiling these days at this desk. Oh how in that land far, far away I enjoyed paid lunch breaks. I enjoyed them SO much.